“Shit. This looks damn good,” I gave her that. I had to give her my nod of approval.
“What you want to drink?” she asked me, sounding unfazed by my compliments, as if she was used to people hyping her, and telling her how good her food was.
“Anything but soda, or juice,” I said, picking the fork up, ready to dig in.
“You don’t want alcohol or beer, either. You want water then?” she asked, trying to sound like she just knew me so well.
“Yeah. I’ll take water,” I added, and she skipped off to go and get it.
I said a quick prayer, and then I dug in. The food tasted even better than it looked. I was damn near moaning with each bite. She sat the water down on the table for me, and she tried to leave, but I pulled the chair out that was next to me, wanting her to sit down, and keep me company. She took her seat, and she kept her eyes on me, watching me as I ate.
“So why Dionne just learned how to cook if you can cook?” I asked, and she laughed.
“Your daughter been knew how to cook. I taught her, just like I taught the rest of them. Hell, she’s the oldest, so she learned first. As Dionne got older, her ass stopped cooking, hiring chefs and stuff to come to her house and cook for her, so I guess she just forgot. She got with Tank, and he made her ass get in the kitchen. There was a point, she was calling me every other day, aggravating me, making me walk her through steps on how to cook a meal,” she explained, and I continued to eat, as I sat here, thinking about my daughter.
She was a grown woman, but I swear I loved her like she was my little girl all over again. That’s what it felt like. I didn’t get those moments with her when she was a kid, so it’s as if I’m trying to start over from the beginning.
“She called me yesterday. I don’t know. I guess Tank yelled at her or some shit. Gone call me, talking about ‘Daddy, what you doing’. I knew her ass was up to something because whenevershe get to asking me what I was doing, she about to get in full brat mode. I told her I was wrapping up a job, and she went on about Tank getting on her. I was asking her what happened, but she wouldn’t tell me, so that’s when I hit him. I guess he popped up on her at the warehouse, and her ass was over there, trying to pick up heavy ass boxes. That’s why she wouldn’t tell me what she did because she knew I was going to take his side,” I told her the story, and when I finished, she rolled her eyes in annoyance, so from that, I guess she knew the story already.
“She’s six months pregnant, and she likes to be over there at the warehouse doing too much. All of us have to get on her about that. She has a full staff, yet she wants to have her hand in everything. I’ll be so glad when my grandbaby gets here because her ass is stressing me out,” she fussed, and you could hear the annoyance all in her voice.
We sat and talked the entire time that I ate dinner. I didn’t have to ask for seconds because she put more than enough food on my plate. When I finished, she took the plate away from me, so that she could wash it, and she took the water bottle as well, tossing it in the trash. I had a full stomach, so I leaned back in the chair, pulling my shirt up just a little bit, so that I could rub my belly.
Nette had a choice to walk away from me or stay. She came over, and she stood her ass right in front of me.
“What you getting ready to do?” she asked, and I laughed because that sounded like she was getting ready to kick a nigga out.
“Damn. That’s your way of asking me to leave?” I asked.
“No. I actually want you to stay, and that’s why I’m inquiring about what’s on your agenda,” she boldly said to me, making a nigga perk up.
“Shit. What you trying to do?” I asked, ready to be on whatever time that she was on.
“You. Take a shower first though,” she said, and I stood up from the chair, my tall body mounting over her. I looked down at her, trying to see if she was serious or not. I was down, but I had to make sure that shereallywas down.
“If we fuck, this not going to just be a one-time thing. This going to come with longevity. I ain’t going to just be a piece of meat to you,” I tried to lay down the law, and she stood there, looking at my ass like I was crazy. She gave me a look that basically said that I wasn’t running shit, and that this was her show.
“Take a shower Dionte and meet me upstairs. It’s soap, and wash clothes in the bathroom,” was all she said, and when she turned to walk off, I finally picked my hand up, and I slapped her on her ass. It’s something that I’ve been wanting to do since I’ve been home from prison.
I just stood here and told this woman that I didn’t want to be treated like a piece of meat. She didn’t even speak on that. Usually, I liked to think of myself as the man in charge. I liked people to answer to me. This time, that wasn’t the case. She just stood her fine ass in front of me, and told me to hop my sweaty ass in the shower, and guess what I was going to do? Hop my sweaty ass in the shower!
Don’t think because I’m fifty- five years old that I didn’t have it no more, and I didn’t know how to fuck. On everything, I was about to do my big one in that pussy!
Chapter 18
Dionne Briggs
Everything We Hoped For
“Hiii. I’m your mommy, and I think you’re going to be a boy,” I said, with a smile on my face, as Blake was standing in front of me with her phone in her hands, recording me.
I chose Blake to be the god mother to my child, which didn’t come to any surprise to anyone because this was my best friend. She would have probably killed me if I didn’t do it, either. With her being the god mommy, she was taking her role very serious, even though our baby wasn’t even here yet. She was filming this TikTok video, where she’d gone around to just about all Tank’s and I family, getting their reaction, asking them what they thought the gender of the baby was going to be.
Today, Tank and I were having our gender reveal. I was in absolute love with the theme that we’d come up with. Well, my man came up with it, pitching it to me a couple of months ago, when we were in the process of planning the general reveal. When he told me, I immediately fell in love with it, wanting to do it because I hadn’t really seen this done before. We decided to go with a whole country theme. With that, we found one of the best ranches located in Southwest ranches because with everything that we were coming up with, with our party planner, it wasgoing to have to be held at a ranch. Because my man loved his horses, it was pretty much horse city where we were, and Tank had been in his element all afternoon, riding horses, showing out, letting everybody see all the tricks that he could do. Noir was here, and Tank had been having a good time riding her.
When invitations were sent out, we let it be known that we wanted all our guest to follow the theme, dressing in their best cowboy boots, treating this like it was a fashion contest. All the women in my life loved a good theme, so I have been seeing ass cheeks out, denim was everywhere, and even chambray shirts. I thought that all Tank’s homies were going to be too cool to wear their cowboy attire, but they all followed the rules, and had dressed up for the theme too.
Along with the cowboy theme, the overall saying that we were going with this afternoon was boots vs bows. The decorators that we’d hired had killed the theme, and all day, people had been complimenting Tank and I, telling us that this was the best gender reveal that they’d ever attended. There was even a mechanical bull that we had, and it was comical all afternoon, watching people get on the bull, and flying off.
